Page 13 of The Infiniteness of Yesterday
“We’re having a movie night. Jameson is picking up a to-go order from Moonbeam.” One of our favorite Thai restaurants, and Willa groans with envy because she loves it too. “And then we’re going to rent that new action movie On Demand.”
Thankfully, it’s a movie Spencer isn’t in. As Hollywood’s number one guy at the moment, he’s been in film after film lately even if he’s not the main star.
“I’m jealous.” Willa pouts. “Of the food and the movie night. I’ll be studying.”
“At least I’m making you a bomb ass dinner,” Jasper hollers in the background.
“Yes, yes.” She waves a hand dismissively. “Well, I better get back to this and let you get ready for your night with Jameson.”
I give her a sad wave. “Thanks. I low you.”
She smiles. “Low you too.”
She waves before her face disappears from the screen.
Low you has been our thing since I was a toddler learning to talk. Apparently, I couldn’t say my V’s so I would say I low you.
Closing my laptop, I carry it to my bedroom and set it on the dresser. Opening the top drawer, I grab one of my old holey t-shirts that are the softest and best thing to sleep in and my favorite pair of baggy sweatpants. It’s the epitome of sex appeal. This is what happens when you’ve been in a relationship for a while. Gone are the days of answering the door in lingerie. This is what you get, bud.
I take a quick shower and change into my comfy clothes. When I get out, there’s a text from Jameson saying he’ll be here in ten minutes that was sent five minutes prior.
I toss my hair up in a messy bun, then run around the apartment to make sure things are straightened. I don’t know why I bother. I already picked up around the place when I got back from dropping off Monroe for her weekend with her dad.
I hate having a dirty, unkempt home, but with a child I’ve learned it’s impossible for things to remain neat and tidy. And while I like things organized, I also don’t want to be one of those psycho parents who doesn’t let my kid be a kid. If she wants to play Barbies in the living area, I’m not going to say no. Sometimes I just wish she’d listen when I ask her to put them away. The other day I found Barbie and Ken naked in a play bathtub under the dining table. So many questions about how that happened.
There’s a knock on the door even though Jameson has a key, so I know his hands must be full.
My heart leaps with excitement and I scurry to open it.
The heavenly scent of spices hits my nostrils and I moan, grabbing the paper to-go bags with the moon printed on them.
“I’d like to think that moan is for me, and that you’re horny and so excited to see me, but I’ve accepted at this point that your love for food far exceeds your love for me.”
“Oh, shut up,” I laugh, setting the bags down on the kitchen counter.
He grins at me, kicking off his sneakers. His hair is damp from a shower and he’s dressed similarly to me in sweatpants and an old t-shirt with a porcupine on it that says Stab Rabbit beneath it.
“You went to your place first?”
“Yeah.” He nods, sliding his arms around my waist. “Wanted to get out of my work clothes.”
Pointing to his shirt, then mine, and say, “You. Me. Same.” Releasing me, he starts pulling out the containers from the restaurant. “Did you order the whole menu?”
“Babe, we’re here unsupervised for the weekend. That means I’m over-eating, indulging in more than one beer, and then for dessert I’m going to eat you out.”
I nearly choke on my own saliva in surprise. “Is that so?”
“Mhm.” He turns, grabbing the fancy dishes from the top cabinet.
“Put those away. We don’t need plates.” I grab a couple of containers and carry them to the coffee table in front of the couch.
“I like the way you think.”
He grabs the rest and utensils, then I go back for the beer. When I finally sit down on the couch, he already has the TV on and is scrolling through movies to find the one we already agreed to rent.
He purchases the rental, and we sift through the to-go boxes as it starts.
“This all smells so good,” I whimper, digging my fork into a dish of Pad Thai and taking a huge bite. “I’ve been craving Thai food for weeks.” But most of what I make or order is dictated by Monroe. Not that she’s much of a picky eater but I find most kids to be averse to spicy foods. “Oh, here’s this.” I pass Jameson his beer.
